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Her daughter clearly knew that there was something wrong with the medicine, but she acted as if she didn't know anything and only looked at her father.

She's only eighteen.

Is the pursuit of power so mad?

That gaze was like needles piercing Bo Wanzhou's heart. She shuddered slightly.

"Mom …"

"…"

The corner of Yuwen Nansheng's mouth twitched as she looked at her. In the end, she didn't say anything.

"Sis, do you have anything else to say?"

At this time, Yuwen Feng could not care about anything else, so he asked directly.

Seeing Yuwen Nansheng's life entering the countdown, he wanted to know what other unfulfilled desires she had and what worries she had.

Since death was inevitable, he wanted her to leave more easily.

As for why she was so ill, he would definitely investigate it thoroughly in the future.

Bo Wanzhou's heart felt as if it was tightly gripped by a big hand when she heard this. The flow of blood immediately became unstable, and her face also turned green. It was just that anger and hatred blinded her eyes, causing her to lose the blood ties that a mother and daughter should have.

"Second Brother, I only have one wish …"

When Yuwen Nansheng heard Yuwen Feng's words, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

It was as if she was finally free.

"Sis, are you saying …"

Yuwen Feng held her hand tightly and said urgently.

Obviously, he wanted to seize this short period of time to fulfill her wish.

"Second Brother, I haven't seen our parents for a long time. I miss them so much …"

Yuwen Nansheng's voice trembled slightly as the bright light in her eyes dimmed.

"Sis …"

Yuwen Feng's gaze became more and more worried.

"Second Brother, after I die, bury me beside my parents and let me accompany them …"

The redness on Yuwen Nansheng's face slowly faded as the color of her lips rapidly faded.

His breathing became weaker and weaker.

After saying this, she lightly pursed her pale lips.

"Sis, I promise you …"

Yuwen Feng's handsome face was covered with a thick layer of grief, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

A man does not shed tears easily, but it is not to the point of sadness.

He cried …

Silent to the point of tears.

Yuwen Nansheng narrowed her swollen eyes and raised her hand as if she wanted to wipe away his tears.

"Sis, don't worry. I will definitely do what I promised you."

Yuwen Feng looked at her and confirmed while crying.

The corner of Yuwen Nansheng's mouth widened into a smile, trying her best to leave a trace of a smile on it.

Half a second.

She raised her hand to touch the corner of Yuwen Feng's eye, then suddenly lowered it slowly. The corner of his mouth froze, leaving Yuwen Feng with a bitter smile.

"Elder sister …"

Yuwen Feng called out to her, his hoarse voice like gravel on the floor. Desolation and heartache.

The only response was the cold, medicinal air.

Yuwen Nansheng's swollen eyes were not completely closed. It was as if she was looking at him, but it also seemed like she was looking at Bo Wanzhou, who was standing behind him.

"Elder sister …"

Yuwen Feng was crying. After a buzzing sound in his head, he slowly raised his hand. His fingers were shaking. It moved towards Yuwen Nansheng's nose.

There was no sign of life.

"Sis …"

Yuwen Feng's hands were trembling as his palms covered Yuwen Nansheng's eyes.

Skin to skin.

He felt cold.

Bo Wanzhou froze on the spot, stunned for a few minutes before reacting.

Yuwen Nansheng was dead.

Her mother was gone, gone forever.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart as he fell to his knees.

"Mom …"

Yuwen Feng let go of his hands and saw that Yuwen Nansheng's eyes had finally closed. Standing up, he lowered his eyes and looked coldly at Bo Wanzhou who was kneeling on the ground as he softly said.

"From then on, you never had a mother. Are you happy? "

"Mom …"

Bo Wanzhou's heart was wracked with pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was hard to tell if they were due to pain or grief.

Tears were streaming down her face, and she could hear them loud and clear.

"Is there any use in crying now?"

Yuwen Feng asked with a wry smile.

"I …"

The domineering and arrogant Bo Wanzhou was momentarily at a loss for words.

In his tears, perhaps there was a trace of regret.

"Hurry up and inform your dad …"

Yuwen Feng raised his gaze and swept his gaze towards the window.

Outside the window, there was a long camphor tree with luxuriant leaves.

This tree had been gifted to Yuwen Nansheng by him all those years ago.

"No," he said.

He wanted her to see the camphor tree grow as if she had seen him grow.

Now, this tree was no longer being watched by anyone. No one loved it anymore. From now on, he could only grow by himself.

Bo Wanzhou wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes as she got up from the ground and spoke to the bodyguards beside her in a hurry.

"Give me your phone …"

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of clanking footsteps could be heard from outside.

She and Yuwen Feng turned to look at the same time.

Under his escort, Bo Yuheng, who was dressed in black, walked in.

"Father …"

Bo Wanzhou called to him with a trembling voice.

"Mommy …" "Mother, she …"

At this moment, she was certain. She felt sad in her heart, but also heartbroken.

"…"

Bo Yuheng walked in front of Yuwen Nansheng with a dark expression. The corners of her eyes drooped as she stared at her for five minutes.

Yuwen Feng was mixed with grief and indignation, he really wanted to punch him right away.

He held back.

Impulse didn't solve anything.

He clenched his hands into fists and pressed his nails into his palms.

No pain could cover up the pain in his heart.

Yuwen Nansheng had died in her early forties just like that. No one could accept this.

He was in pain.

He hated it.

He endured.0

"You finally quietened down, Ah Sheng."

Unexpectedly, Bo Yuheng didn't show any signs of sadness in front of his dead wife. The first time he opened his mouth, it was actually this sentence.

"…"

The arc on Yuwen Feng's face became extremely sharp due to his anger. The bones in his hands creaked as the veins on the back of his palms bulged.

"Someone, come."

Bo Yuheng spoke again, but it was a stern order.

"Immediately arrange for the queen's affairs."

"Yes."

Someone nervously answered.

Yuwen Feng's handsome face was covered in haze, and his eyes were red. The pain was excruciating, causing his internal organs to be ripped apart.

After Bo Yuheng finished speaking, he looked at him coldly. His vicious gaze contained a myriad of emotions, but he didn't say a single word to him.

Soon, a servant came to change Yuwen Nansheng's clothes.

Everyone left.

Yuwen Feng stood on the corridor and looked at the four corners of glazed lamp hanging on the eaves. His gaze gradually became cold and sharp.

Bo Wanzhou walked past him, hesitating for a moment. He bit his lips and quickly left.

The wind blew, the wind chimes rang.

The clear voice sounded sad.

A few birds flew by quickly as if they were escaping.

The entire Qingyun Stage was instantly enveloped in grief.

Soon.

Bo Yunfei came over.

He looked at Yuwen Nansheng, who was already buried, and sobbed silently.

A youth that wasn't even seventeen yet was like a young eagle that had lost its mother's love.

Compared to Bo Wanzhou, he was truly sad.

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